Erotic Stories

Hard Day At The Office

At about four p.m. yesterday, I discovered I’d left my design portfolio on the
kitchen counter. I was supposed to meet with the board of directors at 5:30 and
if I didn’t have that portfolio, I was screwed. So I called my wife, Alora, and
begged her to bring it to me.

Rachel From The Office

Rachel had been working in the office for nearly three weeks. She was overly
conscientious in her duties, wanting to make an impression. She wasn't our first
choice or even our second. The others turned us down and now we were stuck with
Rachel. I watched her as she typed, the tip if her tongue occasionally appearing
between her lips.

Pizza Girl From Heaven

A few weeks back I experienced the best sex possible, it all happened last week Thursday.
I came home from a hard day at work, without any food in the fridge
and nothing on TV to watch, so I decided to order a pizza from an area pizza
place and pop in one of my porno movies that I owned, after all that was the
only movie I owned which is pretty pathetic.

Over Under Sideways Down

I awoke early in the morning. It was just after dawn, the sun's early light
filling the corners of the ceiling. Arthur lay beside me on his side breathing
softly, uncovered. I turned to admire him, his calm face, the lines of his body,
the smoothness of his skin. His penis hung limply, still coated with my juices;
it was always hard to believe in its shape-changing properties. What was
shriveled and limp now could become so thick, so full, so hard, so long, and
satisfy me so much. Arthur, Arthur, what a piece of work you are. . .

Study Session

The hard metal chair was cold against Dana's skin. She'd been waiting for
Bradley for only a few minutes and already the chilly office had brought out
goose bumps on her bare legs and made her nipples stand out insistently from the
fabric of her thin sweater. She crossed her legs. The short skirt and stockings
weren't creating a lot of heat. They did, however, emphasize her perfectly round
ass and long, tanned legs, the result of hours of swimming practice in warm
Southern California winter sunshine.